i like the part in the song where the horns blow real gently. i wish i knew someone a little bit better. i wish i'd fall apart so i'd have reason to leave my room and my life in a million pieces. i wish i was more certain about the choices i make. what am i doing and who am i? how can i define myself just like that. i'm so full of ennui, and extra ( Read more... )

tell me to take pictures of something real.

if anyone still reads this, comment a word and i will take a picture of what best resembles that word/s.

thank you.

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i'm a caterpillar, i'm a caterpillar. repeat.

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I’m writing a fictitious story about a boy with curly hair and a fondness for photos.

Her: “How would one of your best friends describe you?”

Me: “Well, my friend Alexis calls me a pillar; I suppose that means I’m a relatively grounded individual.”

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